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LAND OF PLENTY
They call this the land of plenty
but it seems when I get to the store
they just don't seem to have any
of the things I need or want
stores are open it seems 24-7
you can get just about anything
people here think it's heaven
but I don't think it's that great
give me an open field on a warm day
and time to spend sitting with just me
but here for anything close you pay
there are crowds no matter where you are
the freeways have their times as well
cars bumper to bumper like a car lot
I tell you, some days it is hell
to get from one exit to the next
to get things all straight in my head
I long for some serious down time
I am starting to feel just like the living dead
just the way it is at time I guess
Hi Renee Is there anything you cant write about??? I doubt that one very much. Interesting read! Roz :)
Hey Renee....this poem reminds me of my days in So. CA...lol....nothing like the 5 freeway during rush hour. I notice your poetry starting to change in style and form....actually I like it alot. I like the versatility that you have. Michelle
Well, this one was definitely true to life!!! I am so glad I ride the bus... smilz: Amy
Gentle is the night♥
Renee, I have a friend who recently moved from NH to San Diego...bought a car and had some work done it...drove it 5 days and it caught on fire on the freeway! Cops tried to give her a ticket - for obstructing traffic! I love it - how stupid. She certainly did not do it on purpose. Traffic is her big complaint also. (And by the way, she is coming back to NH as quickly as she can!) Kris
HAhaha...i like the satirical and slightly whimsical voice here, Renee.....and wonderful choices of rhyming words...it's pretty seldom that u rhyme , huh?~! Smilesz... A most refreshing change.... thanxs~!